At the grand residence of the Prime Minister, the atmosphere appeared calm on the outside—but not in the heart of Halim Wibisono. A man dressed in dark clothing, clearly a royal scout, knocked urgently at the main door.Knock… knock…A servant opened the door, invited him in, and led him directly to Halim’s private chamber. When their eyes met, Halim, who had been writing something at a stone desk, lifted his sharp gaze.“What is it?” he asked coldly.The man immediately knelt, his voice firm but tense.“Master Halim, we’ve received intel from the shadow network… someone has successfully entered the inner palace and… has met with Princess Serisya.”“Who is it?” Halim asked quickly, his brows furrowing instantly.“The description is unclear, but he’s young and possesses an unusual aura. Some agents suspect it’s the outsider who once clashed with you.”Instantly, Halim’s eyes narrowed. He held his breath for a moment, then muttered sharply, “Hansen… you really don’t know your place. How

The crocodile lunged at Hansen again. With tremendous power, its tail swept through the water, creating waves that transformed into sharp spikes of pressurized current. The once calm river turned into a deadly battlefield.Swoosh!Hansen sensed the incoming danger at lightning speed, but in water, his movements were severely limited. Compared to fighting on land, he was sluggish, and the surrounding pressure resisted every muscle twitch.But he had no choice."If I can't dodge, then I'll just face it head-on," he thought.His hand gripped the Sky Dragon Sword tightly, and with held breath, he channeled energy from his spiritual core."Sky Dragon Sword Technique — Destructive Strike!"Suuwh!His blade swept forward, slicing through the water with immense force. Ripples of spiritual energy surged, forming a dragon-shaped vortex that surged through the current toward the crocodile's tail.Boom!A violent collision shook the river, causing the surface to churn wildly. Waves shot into the

Hansen was pulled into the Dragon Tablet—as though a vortex had swallowed his soul whole. In an instant, he no longer felt the chill of the cave or the dampness of the stone walls. All that remained was a still silence and a sensation as though he had left his body, diving into a foreign and oppressive dimension.Moments later, a golden light enveloped his vision. He opened his eyes and stood before a towering door carved with the image of a dragon. The carvings were intricate, reflecting the might and majesty of the ancient creature. Its eyes, half open, emitted a faint red glow, as if warning any who dared to enter.Without knowing why, Hansen’s steps felt light, as though his soul were being drawn by an irresistible mystical force. As he pushed open the massive door, the sound of ancient metal groaning echoed, shaking the silence of the dimensional space.Beyond the door lay a magnificent hall that left Hansen awestruck. Gigantic pillars rose high, made of gleaming black stone, sup

At the grand estate of the Prime Minister, the outside appeared calm, but inside, a storm was about to explode. Halim Wibisono sat relaxed in the main hall, one leg crossed over the other, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. His gaze was flat, directed out the window, as if indifferent to the world.But the peace didn’t last long.Bang!The estate’s main doors were slammed open violently. The loud crash shattered the silence, followed by the sound of broken objects. Guards and servants quickly stepped aside, not daring to stop the furious man entering.A tall, broad-shouldered figure marched in with heavy steps—eyes burning with rage, his breath heavy like an impatient bull ready to charge. It was Juanda Wibisono, Halim’s cousin and usually the peacemaker within the great family, but today, he had lost his patience.“Have you gone mad, Halim?!” he shouted. “How dare you speak so rudely to Princess Serisya?! Have you no respect left for our family’s honor?!”Halim didn’t look away from

Flags and lanterns were set up meticulously, adorning the roads leading to the royal palace with a festive atmosphere. Twinkling lights from the hanging lanterns reflected off the polished stone tiles, casting gentle shadows that swayed with the light night breeze. Everything sparkled—an enormous celebration was being prepared. The wedding between Halim Wibisono and Princess Serisya was to be held tomorrow. Servants bustled about, laughter echoed in the distance, and soft music from royal gamelan players began to fill the air.However, behind this cheerful façade, the atmosphere in Princess Serisya’s residence was strikingly different. There was no laughter. No singing. Only silence and the faint sound of sobs. Serisya sat by the window in her room, wearing a silvery-white night robe, gazing at the night sky adorned by a full moon. Her eyes were vacant, veiled in deep sorrow.“Is the news true...? That Hansen... is dead?” she whispered so softly it was barely audible. Her voice trembl